RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Quiet, requiem mass of night, settling into evening prayers being said for family and friends as life untwists itself in spirals of smoke.
All being lit from many candles of Catholic beliefs and watched interiorly as miracles begin happening with the entrance of each one into heaven's gardens.
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